On the seventh day of the seventh year of Qiqi, the master is in charge of weaving.
I don't hear the sound of the deceiver, I only hear the sigh of the master.
Ask the teacher what he is thinking, ask the teacher what he is remembering.
The teacher also has something to think about, and the teacher also has something to remember.
Yesterday I saw Jasmine, she was as beautiful as pure ice.
I thought about it twelve times, and all over it was its name.
The master has the love of a husband, and the apprentice has the love of a concubine.
I wish to be with you and make life as sweet as honey.